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Wasteman
The story of a man in the future where all needs are met. It was a rainy day in July. The year was 2043, I was only just conceived two month prior and in another six months I would grace this earth early, sickly, and eager. That eagerness was mislaid. Reginald Alan Maville, the man who destroyed the world as we know it was busy somewhere in his council house. It was an odd beginning to the story but one that made him a media darling. A man who for lack of a better description was entirely the other to humanity had spent his entire time living in squalor with nothing but benefits and time. He was, as these great minds often are, not a personable sort of individual. Free from the duress of relationships, platonic or otherwise. Reginald was free to work on anything he wanted. Unlike many of his dole line brethren he viewed the state system not as a means to exploit inactivity but to inundate himself with liberty. The liberty to develop, learn and create with no overseers, no care for regular working hours and little to no regard for personal hygiene. Were it not that his legacy of freedom were my curse of inactivity. Reginald’s purpose was singular in nature. He wished to direct all of his energies into creating a device which when given matter could create gold. Not in such blatant terms a philosopher’s stone, nor was gold the only thing it would create, but for ease of purpose let us say it took garbage and made food, clothes, metal or whatever. Working harmonics and something to do with entanglement, the device needed only to have the appropriate scans completed and then through a series of uncertain bounces or fluctuations would trick the matter into subatomically thinking it was something else. He once famously said it was the neurolinguistic programming of the universe itself. A subconscious directive for empiricism - The postmodernist’s delight. He called the device “Maville’s Kurios”. The MK started out life in his kitchen, his first great task; to create toast. Toast is something surprisingly complex, it’s not just a matter of having prepared dough and baked bread but then further to have altered it’s structure by taking it apart and cooking it again. The desirable toast was to be crisp and yet retain soft innards, it should enjoy the palette of white to beige and touch upon with a gentle speck the occasional black. This was Maville’s ideal of toast and that was his Kurios’ first hurdle. He was not a person given to rushing. It took him from the first ‘toast’ another three years before he had finally created what tasted and smelled like toast complete with the hand swapping heat of something fresh from the toaster. Maville was not a fool. He knew that his invention would cripple the global economy as it was at the time. So, being a man of surprising foresight, he gradually used his device in secret to amass a small fortune. It started off with the innocuous bit of gold being cashed up from one of the many cash for gold business in the area. Little bits here and there which took the form of pendant, rings and other associated jewellery. |
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